Tainted Love: Sinful Souls MC #3

by Amo Jones

  When I finally did have him naked—apart from his loose jeans, and red and white, flat baseball cap. Which, by the way, only added to his swagger—I almost gasped out in complete awe. I knew right then, that every male I’d seen before him, and every man I would see after would look like shit in comparison.

  Sweet Lord have mercy.

  His whole body was entirely covered in ink, and underneath all of that art was a damn masterpiece of a body. I was never one to admire a man’s body, or pick one man over another just because he had a six-pack. But that, right there, I would have thrown myself under a bus for.

  Okay, that was a little melodramatic.

  However, he was extremely attractive. So much so it blew my mind. How was it fair for one man to have the body, the face, and the danger that all women secretly craved? I was stunned.

  He slowly walked to the bed, unbuckling his belt and undoing the button of his jeans. I looked over to him while wiping my lips because they were feeling a little swollen by this stage. He took a slow sweep of me, from my head down to my toes before licking his lips and nudging his head toward the bed. I walked to him in my black lace panties and bra.

  “Why are you so eager for this?” I managed to squeeze out.

  He chuckled, throwing his head back, showing me his perfect smile.

  God, I want to know how those rings felt in-between my legs. I was not even going to lie.

  He looked back down at me. “Eager? I wouldn’t say that, babe. You said you were on a mission, and I’d hate for some selfish loser to show you any less of a good time.”

  I laughed at his honesty because it was refreshing. I couldn’t stand men that sweet-talked you in an effort to get into your pants.

  He reached down and picked me up, so I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck.

  “I’m just going to go out and ask this, but has anyone ever told you how extremely good looking you are?” I asked. My head tilted so I could look over his chiseled face.

  He shook his head with a small smile. “I’ve never had good looking. No.”

  He brought my face down to his, kissing me again and moving me onto the bed. He made his way over the top of me, settling in between my legs, kissing me down my neck. I felt the metal of his tongue ring slide down my neck, and I started to pant embarrassingly hard with need. I always thought that sex, for your first time, would be rushed and dysfunctional, but Ade seemed to be taking his time, enjoying me, by slowly ravishing me. He ran his hand over my bra, slipping it underneath and squeezing my nipple. The pain had pleasure in it, which was confusing. How could something that should hurt, feel so good? These feelings were all new to me. Trevor wasn’t interested in doing foreplay activities. Unless he was getting sex, he said there was no point.

  Ade slid his hand around to my back without breaking our kiss, unlatching my brain one swift move and throwing it to the floor. I threw my arms up above my head as he leaned up on his elbows, looking down at me.

  “You’re gorgeous. You know that, right? I wouldn’t do this if you weren’t. Shallow? I know. But it is what it is.”

  I laughed. “Oh boy, you’re brutally honest. You do know that, right?” I answered and he smiled a slow, sexy smile.

  “Well yes, I’ve been told that many times.”

  Bringing his face back down to mine, he slowly slid his lips down to my breasts, sucking on one of them while tugging on the other with his fingers. I arched my back and bit down on my lip. He began going down lower…and lower…

  Please don’t chew.

  Please don’t chew.

  …slowly, licking and nibbling his way down.

  Once Ade’s mouth landed on my most sensitive and almost untouched part of my body, I could feel his expertise. This should have worried me, but it was hard for me to think of anything else when the way his tongue slid up and down my slit was the most intense feeling I’d ever felt. I moaned out in pleasure, grasping the feeling of his wet tongue expertly sliding up and around my clit in pressured circles. When I felt his finger slip into me, then push on my front wall inside me, the feeling intensified.

  He stopped, and I almost wanted to kick him in the face. He looked up at me, eyes hooded and his hat flipped backward.

  “Get up on your elbows, Kalie. I want you to watch this go down,” he told me with a smirk.

  After I’d propped myself up on my elbows, my hair sprawled out in front of me, I watched him in fascination. Throwing my head back as he made my body explode in front of my very eyes, I bit down on my lower lip, sucking in a breath as my body tensed around his finger.

  “Let it go, baby,” Ade grumbled from between my thighs.

  As if on command, I exploded around his fingers.

  Coming down from the best oral I’d ever had, he stood, pulling his jeans down and making his way back up to me, pushing me with his body to lie down on my back. He placed a single soft kiss on my lips, wrapping his fingers with mine, and then popping them above my head. I felt his thick head at my opening before he eased his way into me slowly. Once he felt the barrier, he looked down at me.

  “You good?”

  I nodded my head, unable to create any words as he pushed into me in one hard thrust. I cried out a little and bit down onto his shoulder. I was sure I’d drawn blood because it fucking hurt that much that I didn’t care.

  “Fuck,” he mumbled, letting me slowly widen out for him as much as I could.

  “I need to move now, babe. You good with that?”

  I nodded my head again, unable to speak. The pain—oh my God, the fucking pain—fucking hurt like a motherfucker. It was nothing like what I’d read in my romance novels.

  Yeah? You don’t say. And billionaires looked like Donald Trump in real life, definitely not like Christian Grey.

  There was no warming up then having a mind-blowing orgasm. Lies, all lies. All I wanted to do was push him out of me, so I could go home and cry about how painful it was.

  Shit.

  “Give me a minute,” I squeaked, scrunching up my face. He laughed a small laugh.

  “That sore, huh? You wanna stop?” he asked. Not in an ‘I’ll be an asshole to you if you said yes’ kind of way, but in an ‘I couldn’t really give a fuck’ sort of way.

  I shook my head. “No, definitely not. Sorry. I guess this isn’t how things usually pan out when you take a girl home.”

  Blushing with embarrassment, he swiped my hair out of my face and caressed my cheek.

  “Maybe not, no. But if you want me to stop, tell me now. And be honest with me.”

  I looked into his eyes, and I didn’t know why, but I got the feeling he was not usually this nice with his ‘girls.’

  “Thanks, but I’m good.” I smiled up at him.

  Noticing it felt a little better down there, just a little uncomfortable, I began to grind against him. He groaned a deep guttural groan into the crook of my neck before pushing back into me softly. He slowly pulled out and I swear to God it felt as though there was a razor blade down there. I winced but swallowed the pain. By the third thrust, I felt the pain start to dissipate and pleasure began to take over. Grasping onto my thigh, he hitched it up onto his hip and pulled me in, deeper and deeper. His sex skills were insanely perfect. It was as though he was built to pleasure women.

  God must be a woman. There was no way a man would create someone like Ade.

  With every thrust and every hit, he rubbed his thick head against my g-spot; noting that something did not feel natural down there. He pushed in softly, and pulled out, the rhythm in which he was caressing my walls was addictive. With every extract of his long thick piece, I felt the pull of pressure when he slid out of me. I began to feel that familiar climb, my breath hitched and I attempted to suck in air. He brought his face down to mine, pulling my lip into his mouth.

  “Don’t fight it, Kalie. Come all over my cock, baby.”

  Holy fucking shit.

  My toes curled and my eyes rolled back when I reached that perfect pea
k of my orgasm. I rode it out, letting it take control of my body. With my body shaking while I came down, I felt him pulse inside of me. He dropped down, leaving his weight on me briefly before rolling off.

  Out of insecurity, I pulled the sheet up to surround me.

  “Are you okay?” I asked.

  If I could, I would have told him that it was the most amazing experience I’d ever had. I could not have asked for a better first time.

  “Yeah, I’m good,” he replied in a clipped tone.

  He pulled his jeans back on and stood from the bed, looked at me while he threw his red and white flat baseball cap back on. I tried not to perve too much at him, but my God, he looked incredible. His eyes were set in stone, with absolutely no emotion in them whatsoever. And I internally winced from the look he was giving me.

  “I can go?” I questioned, looking around the room for my clothes. His face fell and he stopped what he was doing.

  “Don’t. Just give me a minute. I shouldn’t have done that, it was a weak move. Get into bed. I’ll be back in a second.” He came over, kissed me on the head and walked out of the hotel room.

  Should I have told him to put a shirt on?

  He shouldn’t be walking around in low, dark denim jeans, with nothing else on but his flat baseball cap. He would give women a heart attack. That encounter was weird, the man did not care about how blunt he was, and he sure as hell didn’t care about hiding his true feelings. He was more than a little intimidating.

  Closing the hotel door, I walked out to the lobby and made my way into the reception area. Noticing a young blonde behind the counter, I nudged my head up to her.

  “What’s up? Where can I get some ice?”

  I watched a blush spread across her face. Licking her lips before pulling her tongue back into her mouth, she swept me from head to toe. I watched the movement of what she was doing and I had to laugh to myself.

  Why chicks think doing that shit was cute, was fucking lost on me. It just made me want to choke them—how I chose to choke them was a different story. I smiled at her when she reached my eyes again.

  “You can get some at the bar,” she responded, tilting her head to the side.

  I tapped the counter a couple times and began walking over to the bar. After grabbing a bucket of ice and some vodka, I made my way back into the hotel room.

  Opening the door, I saw Kalie lying down. She was still awake, but looked a bit out of place, because she was. I’d never been with someone as innocent as she was, and I was not talking about her virginity. I’d taken a few of those in my teen years. No, I was talking about her as a person. She was so pure and innocent and it shone through her. She was like a fucking angel. Way too good to be in my bed. I’d taken advantage of the situation, because, well, I was me.

  She gets up from the bed, her light brown hair was sitting naturally around her make-up-less face. She was so fucking beautiful that it stirred something deep in my dark soul, and that alone was a lethal combination. I closed the door behind me.

  “Hey!” She smiled, sitting up on the bed. “What’s that?” she asked, pointing to the bucket.

  I half smirked at her. “Oh, this?” I raised my eyebrows. “This is your next orgasm.”

  Her eyes bugged out, and I couldn’t help but laugh at her. She was fucking cute.

  “Relax baby. You still sore?” I asked. Trying to look like I gave a fuck, which I didn’t.

  She shook her head with the same shocked look still on her face. My smirk turned into a slow smile while maintaining eye contact. I licked my lips and started running my eyes up and down her body.

  “Lie down. This is not over till the sun comes up.”

  Walking over to her, I dropped the bucket and vodka down on the table. Unbuckling my belt buckle, I crawled over her body on the bed. I looked down to her plump, perfect, pink lips and her tongue came out, licking the bottom one. My eyes turned dark as I looked up at her, running my thumb over her bottom lip.

  “Don’t do that.”

  She dropped her lip and started to pull my jeans down. I let her—it would’ve been rude not too. When her eyes fell to my dick, I saw her face register with understanding.

  “What? What—”

  “It’s a Prince Albert.”

  She looked up under her long lashes in shock.

  I burst out laughing. As soon as she noticed that I was making fun of her, she smiled.

  “Don’t laugh at me. I’m serious. Is that not sore?”

  I shake my head. “No, it’s not. Come here.”

  I dragged her down the bed by her legs, and she screamed out in laughter. Wishing I could have said that laughter had reached into my heart or some corny shit like that, but all it reached was the nerve endings to my dick. I dragged my face down her body, not missing a single breath every time I licked her skin. I flipped my hat around backward, popped her leg onto my shoulder while spreading her other one open. Flicking my tongue over her clit and circling it around in perfect, slow, circular motions, her back was arching off the bed. Pushing her tits up in the air, and showing her chest levels rising and falling, she grabs my shoulder. And just when I felt her pussy clench around my tongue, I stopped.

  “Oh my God!” she moaned out in frustration.

  Placing her legs back down and smiling up at her, I pulled her back down the bed. Then I picked up some ice cubes out of the bucket and began slowly dragging them down her body, over her perfect fucking tits and down over her clit before slipping them up into her pussy. She yelped out at the contact of ice sliding inside her before lying back down and letting me have my way with her.

  Taking a long pull of the vodka, and then pouring it over her tits all the way down to her pussy, I took another drink. I squirted some vodka into her mouth from mine, kissing her briefly. Before licking all over her body, and following my trail of vodka, I rolled her nipples a little roughly, and then slammed into her in one hard thrust. Her eyes shot open at the sudden contact before they rolled back into her head. Flipping her over onto her stomach, and pulling her up by her hips so she was face down and ass up, I then ease my way back into her again. This was the sexiest fucking view I’d ever seen, and I’d seen some amazing stuff. Her curves were fucking perfect, a little waist with the dog bone shape.

  Wrapping her hair around my wrist, I pounded into her deeply. I let go of her hair and grasped her neck with my hand, applying light pressure and testing her boundaries. She let me have it, calling out a soft, “Yes,” as her permission for me to continue. I gripped a little tighter, my whole hand wrapping around her tiny neck. The wetness of our sweat rubbed over each other, and just as I felt her tense up around my cock, I flipped her back over and pushed inside her missionary position. Starting slow, I pushed in so deep that she could feel me rubbing up against her clit. Bringing my head down, I sucked on her nipple, and with my other hand I grasped onto her hair. I felt her pussy tighten up around me, and her fingers were digging into my shoulder. Lifting her leg up, I propped it on my hip and ground into her until she was screaming and I’d emptied myself into her tight, sexy, sweet pussy.

  I rolled off her and got up, pulling on my jeans but leaving them unbuttoned. “You sore?”

  She turned red and nodded her head. “Yeah, I am.”

  Leaning over the bed, I grasped her chin a little tightly and pulled her to my lips. “I’ll run a bath for you.”

  Before she could protest, I walked into the bathroom and began to fill the bathtub. I sat on the edge, pouring in the bubble bath that was situated on the side of the tub, and I think about what just happened. I’d had sex, a lot, but I was safe, always wearing condoms and getting check-ups every month or so. Sex had always been just sex for me, nothing more and nothing less, just a simple deed you were doing for each other to get to where you wanted.

  With Kalie though, it was a little different. Different in a way that I didn’t want to hurt her when fucking her brains out. I usually needed to cross some sort of line, it got my dick hard to see
a woman grovel on her knees with a gag in her mouth. I wanted to take care of Kalie though, that was why I was in there running this fucking bath like a pussy whipped bitch.

  She walked into the bathroom with the sheet wrapped around her small curvy figure, her long sex hair messy around her face, cheeks pink and her emerald green eyes shining brightly. I smiled a little smile and patted the bath tub’s side.

  “Get in the tub.”

  She smiled and pulled her bottom lip into her mouth. For the first time ever, I found that little motion the sexiest fucking shit ever.

  “Are you coming in too?” she asked shyly.

  I tilted my head at her. “Do you want me to?”

  She looked away with a shy smile and nodded.

  I pulled down my jeans and got into the bath, running my wet hands over my hair and making it stand up. I didn’t usually wear it this long. It was not long, as in ponytail long, but it was long enough to look messy every time I didn’t wear a cap, and it stuck up in natural fucking spikes. It basically was annoying.

  She dropped the sheet and I ran my eyes over her body slowly from her head, down to her toes, and then back up again. When I reached her eyes, hers drifted to the side and looked down to the ground.

  “Don’t be shy, Kalie. Your body is fucking banging. It’s what wet dreams are made of. Now get in the fucking tub.”

  She quickly walked over and sunk into the tub opposite me. When I noticed she was staying as far on that side of the tub as was possible, I rolled my eyes and latched onto her hand pulling her over to me. She screeched at the water flowing over the side of the tub, making me laugh. She turned her back and lied straight out in front of me. Kissing her head softly before grabbing the soap, and squeezing some into the palm of my hand, I started washing her.

  “Where are you from?” I asked, running my hand over her smooth, toned stomach.

  “Um, Colorado but…” I slide my hands over her tits slowly, squeezing her nipple tightly. “I live in Hollywood Hills at the moment,” she answered as her breath picked up.